Disclaimer: the Katekyo Hitman Reborn manga or anime series does not belong to me.
Note: this is my first fanfic in English. Sorry my probably mistakes.
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He sat down by her side, free and wet hair, like if he had outing wash.
She already didn't know if he was here or if this only her imagination.
Truth hide lies, lies hide truth.
- Well, did you already take the preparative for his arrival? – he asked in casual voice.
- Yeah, Mukuro-sama. – replied Chrome.
The silence down upon them.
- Do you intend really to face Byakuran? – asked curious Chrome.
- Yes.
- But say that Byakuran is too powerful…
- Yeah, I know.
- Can you win his, can't? – had a requirement in her voice.
- Perhaps... – No matter how much Chrome grew she was. She came a child voice yet.
- But if... – she looked a long time for hands herself, floating about think, she felt her stomach churning, thinking in worse. – Will it hurt? – she asked afraid.
- Unfortunatily, it will.
- Do you're with me?
- No.
Mukuro saw a lonely tear run in Chrome's face, a long time he didn't see she cries.
- Do you're with scared? – he asked to trying pass any affection in his words. Chrome agreed with a motion, without looking at his.
- Maybe Ken or Chikusa...
- I don't need them. – she said sharply. Chrome was always serenity and submissive when it came to Mukuro, she was really scared. – I passed all my life alone, I can to pass the end it.
- Chrome... – Mukuro wanted to hold her, protect her, as had done all these years, but she wasn't a little girl. She was a woman.
- I don't want to die. - her voice shaking. – But I shouldn't be alive. – she thought about herself, and in accident be happen in 10 years before and like Mukuro recovered her. Dried her tears down to face and to shrug are one shoulders while to conform whit the future can waiting her. – I will complete the mission. – she said hard tone, putting a long smile, though Mukuro had seen it a little illusion for all fell good.
Chrome saw herself, sited alone in airport's coffee. Ear the calling of flight coming from Italy. Stood up, organized the papers and the sunglass in the face. The arm in the sling a little pain. Need to find Guido Greco. Need be continuous the Mukuro's plans.
* special thanks for my sweet boyfriend Mauricio, for translate the history for me. The all hard work is merit him.
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